sometimes i feel like,

sometimes i feel like you haters wanna be like me,out here fuckin bad bitches, countin blue faces,sippin on champagne straight up out of a gym shoe glass,to always remind me of how many steps, That it took me to try to come up in this rapgame,so i dont know what this music means to you,but i do know that means every thing to me,thats why im up alnight,just like a chef in the kitchen,with my wrist steady whippin it up in the bowl,just to get shit right the very first time, just like Betty crocker,up on the stove,im all up in this rapgame, servin rhymes and hot beats, to make you wanna move your feet, who can touch me,no one,like i said i came up on stage to eat,all these wackass mcs just like a cannibal,leavin nothen esle left,no room for leftover, cause i be really starvin in the game,tryin to climb up the latter,and make it to the top, and always stayhot,